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“Hey! That’s my burger,” Feely grumbled. “And I’m not his anything.”
“Good,” I huffed, patting Gibs on the back. “Have fucking at it, Gibs.”
“Actually,Ialways come first,” Kav interjected, holding a finger up.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Feely demanded.
“You said Hughie always comes first when he doesn’t,” Kav explained. “Hughie comes second, andyoucome third.” Shrugging, he slurred, “Sorry, lad, but the clock doesn’t lie.”
Feely gaped at him. “Again, what thehellare you talking about?”
“Sprints,” Kav replied, looking confused. “Why? What are you talking about?”
“Yes,” I agreed, eyeballing the lunatic throwing slaps like Vinnie fucking Jones. “What are youtalkingabout?”
“Trust you to bring up sport,” Feely snapped. “Jesus Christ, Johnny, can’t you turn your brain off for one night?”
“Don’t take that bleeding tone with me, asshole,” Kav snapped back.
“Hold on,” Gibs interrupted, holding his burger-clad hand up in outrage. “Why the fuck does your math make me comelast, Jonathan?”
“Because youalwayscome last, Gerard. Now be a good lad and inhale your stolen burger.”
“Fuck the lot of ye,” I grumbled, snatching up someone else’s order from the counter and stalking off, having had more than enough madness for one night. “I’m going to bed.”
“Whose bed?”
“My bed, assholes!” I called over my shoulder.
“Tell your sister I’ll be home later,” Gibs called after. “For my New Year’s kiss.”
“You keep your lips off my sister!”
WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU, DADDY?
Lizzie
DECEMBER 31, 2003
“ARE YOU SURE YOU LIKE IT THIS WAY?” PIERCE GRUNTED, PINNING ME ONTO THEmattress. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I would have to feel something to be hurt, and nothing this boy did drew a single response from my body.
I thought it did, but I had mistaken new for good.
He couldn’t make me feel good.
He couldn’t make me better.
I couldn’tfeelhim.
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I replied, feeling numb.
When he upped his pace, I felt myself die a little more inside.
Because I did this to myself.
I’d lost everything.
